Britain’s Royal Mail has announced the issue of a series of Marvel-themed stamps with a British slant, to be released in March 2019. A total of ten stamps will be published featuring the heroes of the day (i.e. the ones that are in the movies or on TV), along with a sheet that contains five stamps in an action sequence featuring Thanos. Oh, and there’s Captain Britain and Union Jack, which is nice, with Brexit around the corner and all.
The stamps will be designed by British cartoonist Alan Davis (of Marvelman, Judge Dredd and ClanDestine fame), and will feature particular British (well, London) elements, like the Gherkin and Trafalgar Square (if you look close). They are available in a myriad of formats which will set you back a couple of hundred dollars if you want it all.
But the stamps look good — they are well-designed, they have the appropriate comic-book feel to them (with captions and word bubbles) and, thanks to Davis’s art, they don’t look like they’ve been pasted together in an idle Tuesday afternoon like we have seen with superhero stamps in the past.
French cartoonist and illustrator Blutch (Christian Hincker) will the guest of honor at next month’s Rencontres de l’Illustration in Strasbourg, and he provided the poster for the festival. Once more, through subtle colours and strange composition, he’s attained the tender alienation that is his trademark (see also Variations, his reworkings of famous pages from the history of bandes dessinées).
In order to give some counterbalance to the annual smooch fest that is Valentine’s Day, cartoonist Liana Finck presented this impression of Out of Africa writer Karen Blixen’s love life in the New York Times. Once more Finck proves herself to be one of the more original cartoonists that I’ve come across in recent years.
While thrawling through my feeds earlier today, I came across this visual from a campaign for Sanofi Pasteur about the dangers of whooping cough. It’s probably just how my mind works, and how decades of Tintin have shaped my thinking, but it immediately made me think of the very famous frame from Tintin au Tibet, below.
And then I saw it also featured a Yeti! What are the odds!
I love these kinds of chaotic, big-plan images — you can keep looking at them and find new details you missed before. The campaign has some great otherexamples, by the way.
What do you do when you visit a museum that’s full to the brim with artwork by your all time favorite artist? You admire the signage for toilets, wardrobes and the like.
When the Musée Hergé in Louvain-La-Neuve opened its doors in 2009, it really stood out because of its bold architecture, but also thanks to the inventive scenography by Dutch designer and illustrator Joost Swarte. Swarte paid meticulous attention to even the most minute detail, resulting in a user experience that is flawless and at once unique. Even the iconography of the signage fits perfectly in this temple for unique ligne claire art.
This illustration is one of a series created by French comics genius Moebius (né Jean Giraud) for Maxwell House coffee. And even though it may seem to be a strange combination at first sight, one can only wonder how interesting and pleasing advertising would be if we’d let real artist at it more.
Italian cartoonist and illustrator Bianca Bagnarelli created this brilliant piece for an article in the November 18 issue of the New Yorker on the Havana Syndrome, the mysterious case when numerous people working in the American embassy in Cuba suddenly became ill.
I think this is an excellent example of how comics can appear where you least expect them, but that, while a series of pictures may be used to present a narrative, it’s not necessarily a linear series of scenes.
There is a kind of music that has been with me for more than three decades and that I always turn to from whatever fad I’ve been into at any time. I’ve heard it in several regenerations, from The Stranglers, Echo And The Bunnymen and Joy Division to Killing Joke and New Order to, more recently, Editors and The National. Call it post punk or new wave, every time a new band tries their hand at this particular rock dialect, they find a warm place in my heart, like a long-lost relative.
This is Whispering Sons, a very young band from my native Belgium, who just released their first album. They are the next line of defence.
If you’ve been following this blog for longer, you’ll have noticed that I’ve been floundering for a couple of years now. I guess part of hitting middle age is you start questioning the things you’ve been investing time in, and the meagre benefits your reap from them, material or otherwise.
This is one of the themes that I plan on using in one more attempt to breathe new life into this wreck, to once more flip the switch and run that infernal current through a lifeless hump of stitched together flesh. You’ll get one song every Sunday evening, on that sweet cusp between the stress of the week and the ensuing bustle of the weekend, and that unknown strain that lays before you. No explanation, no reasons, just good music to have that wine or whiskey waltz to while you stare into oblivion. Have a good night.
This series is also in loving memory of Jon Bravard, who used to provide his friends with similar milestones for many, many years. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Jon in person, but his emails and messages were always a source of inspiration and sustenance. And I hope these humble clips will mean the same to you. Peace.
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